Walking on glass,
The cuts in my skin,
Stinging and bleeding.
The mirror shattered
At my feet, bloody feet,
A thousand of my own eyes
Staring up at me,
Weeping, angry, scared,
Broken, blind, dead.
How many eyes
Must I have?
It is only a mirror,
Scattered, shattered.
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Ummm...take it any way you can. I don't know how to describe this one to you!
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